Putting my work on Instagram.

This was the first image of mine I chose to put on Instagram, I wanted to see how my work would be received. And I loved this image from the moment I took it. So I thought I have classmates who put their work on social media why can’t I! This piece to me wasn’t what you see on Instagram all the time so for that reason I thought I’d risk it. And I got a lot of likes not hundreds but enough to put confidence in to my work, I even got a good handful of additional followers which was nice. Felt my Instagram was getting a little more out there!

I think adding work my work to my Instagram did encourage me a bit more to go for it with my work. And that people want to see what I am doing or else why follow my page. It did give me confidence I desperately needed, I am the first one to admit I am often defeatist about my work and am the first one to pick faults. So doing this both got my work noticed and inspired me to be confident in the work I had created.

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Right and wrong….

Recently I have read so many things about the pressures women face today, As well as reading about them I am hearing about them first hand. I realise my blog covers mainly my project at uni but I also thin I can include thing’s that need talking about. After all it is my blog…

There are so many issues we don’t think about that effect so many young women now, we categorise a lot of them as almost taboo subjects. A lot can stem from very low key mental illness problems going up to any variety or severity, and because of the boundaries there are now we feel we have to suffer in silence. But recently the media in all formats down to even Netflix has looked at the repercussions of staying silent. A recent report on BBC health spoke about how children as young as 3 years old are displaying signs of depression and eating disorders, 3 year old’s!!

There are so many different ways women are suffering these days, living in a society where we are expected to be vulnerable and judged and reprimanded for being what they expect. Recently one issue that came up to me is some one close to me broke, the strain of feeling wrong because of how they feel about a situation that is not theirs, but is attached to them. They stay for the person but the situation scares them and makes them feel like they are wrong in themselves and something isn’t right about them.

It takes us back to stereotypes that we still can not break free of. Why should we have a natural mother instinct and be made to feel ashamed for things like post-natal or simply not mine but I will make myself apart of.. Why should we look like the Barbie dolls we used to play with rather than embrace the person we really are…Why should a women not be allowed to choose who she loves gender aside, happiness first… Resort to taking the silence out on themselves and breaking their body in the process. There are thousands of things that infuriate me for who we should be.. why can’t we be who we are!

Balloons and bubbles for faces…

I want to look at the issues I had in my last shoot. As looking at the images I found some rather entertaining ones.

We had such a job with these balloon and bubbles, from trying to throw them just enough with out a hand entering the photo or just her face being taken over by one. We did have so much fun doing this shoot. With a lot of me telling my friend who was assisting to throw the balloons this way and that like you can control a balloon. To my sister getting a mouthful of bubbles and mid shot spitting out bubbles.

There was also the placement of the light, we had this sort of halo of colour and because my sister is quite tall I kept capturing the light in the back. Or she would hit her head of it when stepping to far back. As fun as we thought this shoot would be and it was fun! The nightmare with balloons falling not enough or in the wrong places and mouth full of bubbles while more pop on the lens! It really did have it’s laughs and I came away with some of my favourite shots.

Thinking about what’s next…

One thing third year comes with besides the worry of the dreaded dissertation and final project/ exams is what’s next?! All you get asked is what are you doing when you graduate?

Honest answer- celebrating!! Usual answer- not a clue!! What they want us to say- I have it all mapped out and here’s the diagram to prove it!!

As nice as it would be to have no student over draft, a job and perfect house to move into.. truth is it doesn’t happen for many. My mum has been asking for months so what you doing and my answer if moving back in hasn’t been her ideal answer. It was only recently that I managed to get out of one dead end job and land a good one!! Is it anything to do with my degree well.. no it really isn’t. But is it pretty much a graduate job I say yes.

BUT all that aside what is really the perfect answer to the big question of what next… Personally I don’t want to think about what is next. My main concern has been and will be till my deadline is how am I gonna fit all this work in before it is due to a passable quality!! That really should be the answer, when I have a clue we will answer the question.

The idea of what do we do next is terrifying, I mean we joke about it amongst ourselves but really anyone who says they have it 110% together is totally lying to themselves and everyone around them haha. Like no one can tell you anything that will chill you out, recently my partner tried the cliche one chapter ends another begins and we talk about all the stuff we want to happen in the future. Which does occasionally calm you down when you think about all the stuff you can go on and do.

We eventually work out even a draft plan and idea of it can get you through, but it is really like how you’ve got through the past 3 years just wing it and hope for the best!!

Discovering the title of Like Yesterday.

The title has been troubling me for as long as I can think of. And it has taken so many revises to get it right. It turns out it is a disaster at first, the ridiculous names that I thought of at the time. Wether I was joking or being serious I could not believe some of the ideas I was coming out with. But like watching the work develop the title develops to.

I had no solid idea I was getting ideas from memoirs of Jess to The models Degree… all terrible and unfitting really. I kept asking tutors and friends for any ideas and panicking that a title was not coming to me. It is a lot of trial and error and even more panic that it will forever be known as Untitled.

It really only became apparent after giving Jess twenty questions about the project and looking at what words or combination of words represented what she was feeling. She felt so many things over this project and the two things that stuck out to me were Body confident and Nostalgic..

I was unsure which one to work with first but though this is really a time lapse in photos, so I started with nostalgic. I started and finished with Synonyms, which in itself started a whole other list of words and phrases and more elimination for me. But really it was the like yesterday that stuck for me.  I have felt myself saying was only yesterday a lot at the moment. It has only been five minutes since Jess was saying goodbye to me after coming with my parents to move me into halls. And seeing these photos come together I have found it difficult trying to work out how little she looks in photos from only a couple of years ago, especially when it does not even feel that long.

So this title I find is perfect and it fits so well with my sequence.

Keith Lovegrove- Pageant: The beauty contest.

This work looks at the behind the scenes at all varieties of pageants, he has collected work from all around to create this book. It is almost his the good, the bad and the ugly. He shows us the world we hear so much about but don’t really see as much as we think we do. From the tears to the backstage horrors.

He shows us the world of vanity and backwards morals an opinions. But leads it into the alternative pageants, the best lady boy or drag queen!

So focusing on the whole book and looking at every one’s different definitions of idealistic beauty, he shows how everyone’s ideals are different from others. He wanted a well rounded view on this world of glam and glitz in all it’s forms.

We live in a world that is based on who looks best, and pageants are an extension of that. He has captured this idea of beauty in it’s most exaggerated form and how women strive to be Miss Universe for example. But why is it we only ever pay attention to the big end pageants, why do all the others get so ignored. And he shows all sides of it he doesn’t want any of them going unnoticed.